C881 To the Ancient Race
Duanmu Qingling did not avoid arousing suspicion and directly brought Mu Yu into her room.
Inside the tidy and comfortable room, there was also a refreshing fragrance.
Mu Yu touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed as he said, "Isn't this place good?"
Duanmu Qingling looked at Mu Yu's embarrassed look and smiled sweetly, "You also know how to be shy. This is my boudoir